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"You're here. Why are you working? You're here."

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"Yes, Ms- Natasha. Right. Might take a bit of getting used to." He remains standing while she looks, before laughing at her words. "No more than I do the moment nerves kick in - and yours makes a great deal more sense. The answer is no, I haven't had the opportunity. I have heard of her, of course." Brilliant mind? Oh. This time, Q can't help the colour rising to his cheeks, although he does duck his head slightly. "You're far too generous."

three walked into your office.

Q’s eyes widen slightly - she’s heard of him? - before he forces himself to act professionally, if not calmly. “Oh, please, Ms Stark, it’s just Q. I was simply wondering if you had any information on the sales dockets for your previous inventions. I had attempted to… well, let’s simply say that it has been decided that my time is most effectively utilised coming to request them from you. Not to mention, I’m a huge fan. Really. Although, now I realise this will be around the third or fourth time I’ve brought it up.”

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Q smiles back at the woman before him, nodding at the request. Given that the woman has not only M's code designation, but his name, he sees no reason not to allow her past. "Upstairs. His office is third on the left - if you reach Linguistics, you've gone too far. Any problems, I'll be right here. I would offer to take you up, but I have the rather unnerving feeling he currently has a few issues with me. Best avoided all round, really."

aheartmadeofiron

starksprincess

I swear, if one more agent asks for an exploding pen… Apologies. A rough meeting - as though there’s any other kind around here. Q. Can I be of assistance?

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"Yes, Miss," Q answers, offering the woman a small smile. If she's asking about his employment, there's a high chance she was already aware of it. No point in concealing it. "I'm sorry, I never caught your name."

vesperxlynd

its-not-gonna-be-that-subtle

the-joan-watson

Good morning, ladies. A pleasure to meet you all. You may call me Q. Can I help at all?

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Q winces slightly as he takes an educated guess at the figure sitting in front of M, resting his elbows on his knees as he rubs his face with his hands. "Yes, it's... You see, the double-oh agents... well, most of their equipment ends up being one use only, Sir."

That's putting it mildly in fact. Only the other day, a rather expensive pistol hadn't even made it out of Q Branch without significant damage.

He looks up at M, trying to marshall his thoughts towards money. "A lot of the expenditure is singular. The re-encryption of Cold War files should hold steady now, and the new system won't need replaced for years now that the hardware is in place. The software and coding can be created internally. And, of course, your request for access passes for our American bretherin has impacted substantially on finances, given the diversion of resources."

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Ah. I… Of course, sir. Apologies for my appearance - I was running dummy simulations all night.

My budget then. I realise it’s possibly a little… outlandish this quarter.

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"Yes. At MI6, we work by code designations," Q explains, mostly for something to say. Normally, when confronted with an idol, he can't prevent himself from spilling out thoughts, but Bruce Banner has rendered him near mute in awe. "I was... well, I'd been working on something like it, but - well, obviously it was nowhere near as effective as yours - I had to turn my attention elsewhere." Oh, he thinks dryly, there it is. Verbal incontinence, right on schedule.

  “Doctor Banner,” Q smiles, barely able to believe that the man who wrote the paradigm shifting paper on quarter loop entropy is sitting in front of him. “A pleasure to meet you. I’m Q - I was sent to see you about a tracking algorithm in your possession?”

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Q Branch in the next floor up.

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"Not at all," Q answers, running his hand through his hair distractedly. Unaware that it's sticking up at all angles, he smiles back. "A pleasure, Charlie. A gun enthusiast, I take it?"

“We were,” Q responds dryly, still irritated at the amateur dramatics of the intern. “I think I’ll be taking charge of all weapon related testing from this point forward.” He shakes his head, before realising he’s talking to a stranger. “Apologies. Rough day. I’m Q - and you are?”

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"Agreed," Q answers emphatically, taking a sip from his cup and watching her out of the corner of his eye. "How are you coping with this impending mission really, Ace?"

“Ouch,” Q winces, before rubbing his face with his hands. “I know,” he agrees, having imagined the same terrible course of events himself. “Although I didn’t exactly do stellar work with Silva either. Perhaps we’d have been better off with the interns.” It’s said lightly, but there’s a grain of truth to it in his mind. “Mind you, I’ve never set myself on fire making toast like one of them did yesterday, so maybe I should keep the job of Quartermaster for now.”

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Q winces. He has to stop telling strangers what's going on. "No matter," he recovers, smiling in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. "Q. And you are?"

- mialewington

- littlelionariel

- one-who-survived

Hello. Not that it’s not a delight to see you all, but we’re currently having a bit of a… situation here. Can I help you?

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Q concentrates on keeping his gaze on hers - just because Tony Stark looks, doesn't mean he has to - and offers her a smile back, despite the slight flush. "It gets rather embarrassing when I'm sent out to request information from them," he admits, before trying to hide his expression. "I suppose the classification of distinguishing is rather vague. For instance, I would suggest your eyes distinguish you from all others, but the file caters for that elsewhere."

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Q’s particularly glad he isn’t holding anything at the moment - not much in the department responds well to being dropped. “You met Tony Stark?” he asks, almost disbelievingly. “The Tony Stark?” He colours slightly as he realises just how enthused he’s being - which is convenient when Marjorie’s fingers brush his own. Good cover at any rate. “Yes, we’re done, unless you have any other distinguishing features you wish me to catalogue.”

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Q smiles slightly in response, flipping open his laptop and waiting for the transfer to complete. He searches for the file containing the previous gun's details, before setting to work on altering the grip. He's almost forgotten that James is in his office too, so companionable is the silence as they work.

“Well, even given your exemplary record with cars, I believe we’ll be dealing with the DB9,” Q decides. He takes a seat behind his desk, rifling through one of his drawers for the sadly necessary paperwork. So cluttered, he thinks idly, before drawing out the form. “I thought the old fashioned way might be more comfortable for you. Handwritten form and all.”

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Q tilts his head just slightly, considering that curiosity. Yes, he'd never really considered... no. This is exactly what Silva does. He's read the reports, he should know better than to give any weighting to Silva's words. "Well, we all make mistakes," he responds flippantly. "I know quite enough about grey areas to be going on with. And if not world domination, what would be the point? Aim high, is that not the phrase?"

More guests to my island?

“I thought laughing hysteically was a part of the whole supervillan-esque plan,” Q answers almost conversationally, although he can feel the slow creep of revulsion and fear that others has spoken of in whispers. “And if we’re getting technical, you engineered it so that I would hack myself. Not quite as impressive a feat, given that I really was doing all the legwork.”

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Marjorie smirked and leaned in for a last kiss before departing, looking back before she leaves to blow him a final kiss with a wink. "See you later, Q."

Q watches her leave, before leaning back heavily on his desk. That… It’s certainly one way to start a morning.

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Ah. I... Of course, sir. Apologies for my appearance - I was running dummy simulations all night.

My budget then. I realise it's possibly a little... outlandish this quarter.

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Quartermaster. Come in. I would like to discuss your budget. 

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aheartmadeofiron

starksprincess

I swear, if one more agent asks for an exploding pen... Apologies. A rough meeting - as though there's any other kind around here. Q. Can I be of assistance?

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joannarickly

goddesslofn

Welcome to Q Branch. Sorry, a little hectic around here... one of the interns, a fire, the usual really. Can I help you?